Men on the Make: True Gay Sex Confessions (19 page)

Fuck, I’ve just thought about my porn mags I have stashed in a pink milk crate in the closet behind some clothes. Here they are. Fuck yeah! Haven’t looked at these things in months. I got ’em all:
Men, Honcho,
two of my favorites,
Black Inches, Mandate, Freshmen, Latino Inches,
you name the skin mag, I got it. Most of them I got from guys I’ve fucked. They were looking to get rid of them anyway, but didn’t want to just throw them away, so I took some off their hands. This guy, Peter, who I met through Craigslist gave me a bunch. He had like three grocery bags full of gay porn magazines. He didn’t give me all
of them, but let me pick through some and I picked out the ones he said were cool for me to have. He probably doesn’t have them anymore. I went over to his house wearing nothing but a T-shirt and cutoff sweatpants. We didn’t do anything that time, though. I think he was lonely after his lover, Sylvester, died. He wanted me to move in with him and stuff, but I told him I couldn’t. He would sweet-talk me, tell me how cute I was and that he would take care of me. Peter was real nice to me, but I still said no. I don’t want a man who thinks he can own me. I’ve seen him at the movies a few times with his daughter. She’s this big butch baby dyke. He and I used to hook up when he had the time, but we haven’t talked much. Peter loved sucking me and eating my ass. He liked it dirty. I wish he were here rimming my ass right now.

Bears
mag is my favorite because the guys are big and hairy. I like guys with real bodies, with hair on their asses. Big bubble hairy asses are so fucking hot. I want to suck some dick. I like to play with my nipples. It feels so good. Fuck, I’m hard! I love jacking off, but a dick up my ass would be better. It’s so hard to meet men in this town. I hate Tallahassee. Jesus, this model Matt has a beautiful cock. He’s looking right at me too, smiling with that big hard dick in his hand like he wants me to suck it. I want to get fucked! Matt’s dick is so big, I don’t think I could take it, but I would sure as fuck try. It’s so pink and beautiful. Look at those balls. Nice. I want them in my mouth. I love to lick the sweat from a man’s balls. Matt has the perfect ass. He has a tattoo that says USDA Prime on the left asscheek. Yeah, I bet. His asshole looks tight. I bet I could loosen it up. I want to stick my cock in it. I wonder if he does any movies. God, I’m so horny! I want Matt to fuck me. I’m drying up, so I squeeze more lotion on. Fuck yeah! I need some dick. I love men. I love
hairy asses, cocks and big balls. I want to suck Matt’s asshole. Lick it, get a couple of fingers in there. Feel his butthole tighten around my fingers as I fuck it. All that downy golden fur around that hole. Fucking bottom slut! Yeah, I bet after a little coaxing, his hole opens right up for a dick. It’s so big and thick. I bet you come big ropes of cum don’t you, Matt? I wish you were here to come on my face. You and this stud, Andro.

Damn, look at this guy! Deep brown eyes, pink lips, beard, furred chest and thighs. The perfect specimen of man. Awesome close-up of his dick and balls too. Goose-pimpled sac. Jesus, where do they find these guys? Why can’t I meet hunks like Matt and Andro? They’re so beautiful. I bet Andro can fuck. My dick is hot in my hand, slathered with lotion. Pull off my T-shirt, and kick my underwear off on the floor. Daniel would kick my ass if he caught me sitting ass-naked on his sofa. I’ll spray some Lysol on it after I’m done.

Andro has a barbell through his left nipple, or is it the right one? I can’t tell from this angle. No, wait, both of them are pierced. Fuck yeah! That’s so hot! This guy is so fucking hard and sexy. I love men with beards, the thicker the better. Do you like to kiss, Andro? I bet you’re a good kisser. I only want to kiss the guy I’m in love with, but for you, I would make an exception. I want you, Andro. I want you to fuck me. I want your dick in my mouth, man. I want to feel your beard against my skin while you fuck me from behind. Tweak my nips with your rugged fingers. Damn, I’m so horny! I want to suck your dick. I want to roll back that foreskin, suck the purple head and high-tight balls in my slutty fucking mouth. I bet you can—Holy shit! What’s up, Caesar? Look at this guy! Pecs and abs glistening from glossy pages. Guys like this don’t exist where I come from. Fuck, he’s got tats too. I will do anything for a guy all inked up. Caesar isn’t horse hung like Andro. His dick
sticks straight out, which means it won’t slip out of my ass. I hate when a thick hard dick slips out of my ass. He’s so tight it’s like he’s got one big ball. I wish you could see how horny I am. I bet you would have me on my knees in ten seconds flat. I would enjoy sucking your dick. I can tell. I wish I had a body like yours, man. I would get so much ass.

I can only imagine those big, brute hands holding my head like a football down on your dick. I gag on dicks that’re too big, but with you being a porn star, I bet you could show me how to take a dick like a pro, my lips sliding wet and sloppy. Oh yeah, I would do anything for this guy. Look at that ass! I could eat that for days and still have leftovers. I’m so glad I’m gay. There’s a tat of a woman on his arm, so maybe he’s gay for pay. I don’t care. I just want his dick between these lips. The way I feel right now, I could suck and fuck all day. I wish I didn’t have to go to work. I would rather be giving blow jobs than having to report to one.

Slide my lubed-up middle finger into the crack of my ass. Feel my hole, slide it in gently. Fuck yeah, like that! Thinking of Caesar’s dick stuffed up my butt. Andro and Matt taking turns using my slutty mouth. Fuck me! Take my ass! I wonder if Daniel would let me suck his dick. Damn, no one has to know.

Tony Dancer’s dick is the size of a beer can. He could dislocate my jaw with that thing, but from the looks of it, it would be worth it. A leather cock ring holds his balls. A leather harness strapped around his chest like he’s ready for anything. Ass-naked, straddling that motorcycle. This guy is a gay man’s fuck-dream. I want his dick in my mouth. I want to taste your asshole, Tony Dancer, your muscle bear butt sitting on my face. Thick, white webs of cum shot on the lips of a small-town black boy.

Josh Steele is smoking hot, got a nice ass too. It’s rounder and fuller than Tony’s, Andro’s or Matt’s. Big bubble butts on
white guys are hot—beefy-assed white men with tats. I want a boyfriend like Josh. I want to come home to a corn-fed ass like his, and a dick like Tony’s. I wish there was a gay porno mag with pages upon filthy pages of hot, hairy asses. I like dick too, but I like butts more. Josh has biohazard symbols tattooed on his ass. Of all the things to have inked—I love his beard. I think I’m coming down with a beard fetish. I’m so fucking horny. I want to fuck. I want to hang out in the bathrooms of gay porn photo shoots and suck porn cock all day. I want to be Parker Williams’s cum towel, kiss and eat his ass, lick his pits, take his nips into my mouth. I’ll be your slutty fluffer. Run my hands up your silky thighs. If only your dick was up my butt right now. Fingers feel good, yeah, but nothing beats a spit-slick dick being shoved steadily up a chubby butt. Arpad Miklos, you look like you can fuck! Your golden skin shimmers under hot lights, your greased fat cockhead kissing my anus, a rush of brunet chest hair. I will be your suck slave. The property of a skin-mag model. I’ve got a sweet mouth and an even sweeter ass, Arpad. I want to be sandwiched in between you and Ben Gunn, the only black bear in these dirty pages, whose dick curves up, copper cock ring at the base, stainless steel through your chocolate nips. I want to run my hands up along your leather-banded pectorals, dick sliding in and out of every hole that counts. Look at that ass! Dimpled buttcheeks. You’re not a real man until you’ve been fucked up the ass by one. Hold on to my hips with brute black hands, Ben. Fuck me to the balls, to the back of my throat. Use me! I’m such a slut!

Stretch my virginal hole with fat fingers. Soon I will be able to take dicks of all sizes up my ass. Tomorrow I’m buying my first plug. Nick Forte has a nice rock-hard rod. Yeah, you look like you can fuck. Big bad man-bear, come have your way with me. Give me some dick, Nick! Furred arms, wide chest, hot pits
and thighs, that tan-lined ass. I wish you were here sitting on my face. Your hot-pink cockhead, balls and shaft. I play with my nips. My hole is wet with sweat. I can’t stop thinking about Caesar, his ass framed in a jockstrap. Tony pressed against big-butt Josh, hard bear bodies. Parker kisses Arpad. Arpad, come back to life and break through these pages, fuck me on my hot German roommate’s sofa. I imagine myself in the porny pictures sucking Ben, banging his dick on my tongue.

Damn, I wish Kenny were here, this chubby punk boy with stretched earlobes and colossal ass. I wonder what he looks like naked. His big brown belly, those sweet man-tits. I bet he’s got a short, cute dick. He says he’s as straight as an arrow, but give him a dark room with a door that locks and the promise I wouldn’t tell, he would let me blow him, swallow his punk boy seed in a break room with cold linoleum on the floor.

What I want is ginger-haired Torrin from these pages who, like me, prefers to be fucked on his back. He’s got a thick, sexy goatee, looking at me with slick, devilish eyes. I want to stick my finger through the bull ring piercing the cartilage of his nose. He’s got a black and blue tat of an eagle on his right arm, black leather shit-kicking boots. A blanket of red fur lines his hole. Fuck me, Torrin! I want to see the cock of a gay porn model being maneuvered up my butt. Possess me with your sinister eyes, lay your hands at the back of my head and press, push fuck. I flip back with precum fingers to Matt, that USDA primed ass and tight hole. Caesar splayed out on a cot with cocked cock.

You guys are gonna make me come. So horny! Feels so good. I press on more lotion. Dick slathered with the stuff. I shut my eyes and think of Caesar, Andro and leather-clad Tony. Inked-up big-booty Josh. Fuck yeah! Dick slick. Work the head with thumb and index finger. I bet Kenny’s tight. I want to get that fat boy in a rim chair, suck funky asshole. Precum pearls at the
slit. I roll it around the tip. I pull gently at the pube hairs on my balls. Oh yeah, that’s it, right there, Parker. Fuck me, Arpad! Ben, with your big dick in my mouth, Nick masturbating over my face. I pump my dick. Gonna come! Yes! Shoot it! Fuck me, Torrin! Kenny, give me your load! We are just two dudes fucking around in the dark. I love to suck dick! Squeeze my tits! Finger my nips. Fuck yeah! Jacking dick, sucking it! Fuck me, Nick! I want to taste centerfold assholes. A big brute butt framed in a jockstrap. Oh, Kenny, fuck, I’m coming! My dick is so hard! Pump it! Suck it! Feels so good! Sweat-wet fuckable hole. All this precum. Here I come, fuck! Pump it! Pump it! Hard cock in my mouth! I’m so horny! Slutty ass. I wish these guys were here. Pages upon pages of horny men with big dicks, burly chests and beefy butts. Fuck! I’m home alone, naked with lotion and my favorite stroke mag. Hot dicks! I’m coming! Fuck yeah! Hard fucking dick! Precum. I want Arpad to fuck me. I want to smother my face in between Josh’s tattooed asscheeks. Tony Dancer’s cock is beautiful. I would give anything to do it with guys this hot, to be fucked by Caesar, to eat Matthew’s ass, Ben Gunn’s dick slick down my throat, Nick Forte fucking my butt while Torrin takes my mouth. Fuck yeah! I want to suck some dick right now. I’m coming, Ben! Fuck me, Arpad! Josh’s fat, tattooed ass. I want you inside me, Tony. I wish Kenny were here. I’m comin’! Oh, damn, yeah! Hard white cocks! All this cum. My roommates won’t be back for hours.

JASON’S FEET

Gregory L. Norris

J
ason’s biggest demand—and he made quite a few during our brief but brilliant time together—was that I refer to him as “Daddy.” The few occasions we went out in the public eye late that summer, it was obvious to any who noticed that I was the older man in our paradigm of two. By a solid decade. Jason was only a month past his twenty-first birthday, enjoying a trip up the East Coast that stalled just north of Boston, where I live.

And people did notice Jason. With his athletic body trimmed and toned by years of playing sports in his native California, baseball mostly, and a face so handsome it hurt to look at directly too long, like the sun, he was impossible to miss.

Daddy
was a power thing, Jason’s kink. And I was happy to honor him with the title, to invoke it while I groveled, sniffed and licked at his big, sweaty feet—my kink.

“Yeah, Dawg, clean Daddy’s stinky jock feet,” he ordered.

And, for a time that ended too soon, I gave him all he demanded and in return received some of the best sexual fulfillment of my life.

* * *

North of Boston is a blue-collar setting with just enough green space to remind us we still live in New England. I worked out of my home, carried a few extra pounds I kept promising myself I’d get rid of and, for as long as I can remember, have had this thing for men’s feet that sounds as crazy when spelled out as sane and comfortable nestled safely inside my headspace. I’d long accepted that my “foot thing,” as one ex called it, was hardwired into my DNA, like the color of my eyes—hazel—or my thinning hair. Dating back to the start, the image of a real man’s feet sends my pulse into a gallop. And the smell of his sweat from that part of a man’s anatomy…

It’s narcotic to me, the scent of a true man, several degrees even better than the natural musk of ripe balls, asshole, and armpits combined. Real men stink. Real men have stinky feet. Jason was the realest of men.

“
Feet
,” the voice on the other end of my phone said and then chuckled.

Though our association through one of Boston’s finer connect-up party lines was less than a minute old, I could translate that I wasn’t being ridiculed by my new friend. In fact, what I deciphered was curiosity, surprise. The man with the masculine voice went silent for a few tense seconds, leading me to worry he’d vanished from our private phone chat room. Only I hadn’t heard the telltale gong punctuating the end of our conversation, that clear signal my hopeful hook-up had fled, all because I’d confessed my desire to lick the buttery funk from between his toes.